“It’s none of my business, Scotty.”
“No? You don’t think Eskimo, Johnny and Oyster had anythin’ to do with the hold-up, do yuh?”
“I didn’t say they did, Scotty.”
“There was four men in that hold-up. Old George Bonnette was in Blue Wells that night. They’d ’a’ had to get an outsider to help ’em, Tex. We’ve got to find four men.”
“But there’s only three in yore jail right now, Scotty.”
“Yeah; there’s still the owner of the dog.”
“Then yuh don’t think the dog belongs to Taylor?”
“No, I don’t. The man who owns the dog is the man who got on the express car at Encinas, and fought with the messenger. The dog was just a blind for that man to get on there. He was the fourth one of the gang, and he probably didn’t figure on the messenger puttin’ up a fight. He caught up with the express car as quick as possible and took the dog. The fact that he took a chance to get the dog makes it look like a cinch that if we can find the owner of that dog, we can land the whole bunch.”
It was a long explanation for Scotty Olson, and he was all out of breath.
“How about that feller Legg, at the AK, Scotty? He’d make a fourth man.”